HITHER..............2 Hither to work us weal Ancyent Marinere III A worshipper of Nature, hither came, Tintern Abbey
HOAR................1 Whose beard with age is hoar, Ancyent Marinere VII
HOARY...............1 Fell off in hoary flakes. Ancyent Marinere IV
HOB.................1 Fond lovers, yet not quite hob nob, Idiot Boy
HOBBLES.............1 That hobbles up the steep rough road? Idiot Boy
HOLD................2 Sad case for such a brain to hold The Thorn For joy he cannot hold the bridle, Idiot Boy
HOLDS...............5 But still he holds the wedding-guest -- Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his skinny hand, Ancyent Marinere I He holds him with his glittering eye -- Ancyent Marinere I The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And fast she holds her idiot boy. Idiot Boy
HOLE................2 Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III And cast into that hole. My husband's father Foster-Mother
HOLES...............1 Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Ancyent Marinere III
HOLIDAY.............1 And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant
HOLIER..............1 Of holier love. Now wilt thou then forget, Tintern Abbey
HOLIEST.............1 By virtue's holiest powers attended. Near Richmond
HOLLO...............2 Came to the Marinere's hollo! Ancyent Marinere I Came to the Marinere's hollo! Ancyent Marinere II
HOLLOW..............1 Through hollow snows and rivers wide. Mad Mother
HOLLY...............1 He quite forgot his holly whip, Idiot Boy
HOLLY-BOUGH.........1 For Johnny has his holly-bough, Idiot Boy
HOLY................7 And by the holy rood, Ancyent Marinere VI And by the Holy rood Ancyent Marinere VI The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes Ancyent Marinere VII "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man! Ancyent Marinere VII With holy men, nor in a holy place -- Foster-Mother With holy men, nor in a holy place -- Foster-Mother If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
HOME...............14 [As] hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, Foster-Mother Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Nightingale We sought a home where we uninjured might abide. Female Vagrant Glimmer'd our dear-loved home, alas! no longer ours! Female Vagrant And in a quiet home once more my father slept. Female Vagrant The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts of home, Female Vagrant Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Female Vagrant My pleasant home, when spring began, Anecdote for Fathers "Our home by Kilve's delightful shore, Anecdote for Fathers They throve, and we at home did thrive Last of the Flock "Come home again, nor stop at all, Idiot Boy "Come home again, whate'er befal, Idiot Boy And in his pocket bring it home. Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy
HOMELESS............1 And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, Female Vagrant
HOMES...............2 And now for our dear homes. -- That strain again! Nightingale And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, Female Vagrant
HOMEWARD............1 While our four travelers homeward wend; Idiot Boy
HONEST..............2 An honest man, by honest parents bred, Female Vagrant An honest man, by honest parents bred, Female Vagrant
HONESTY.............1 We two will live in honesty. Mad Mother
HONEY-DEW...........1 As soft as honey-dew: Ancyent Marinere V
HONEYED.............1 His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore Female Vagrant
HOOT................1 The owlets hoot, the owlets curr, Idiot Boy
HOOTED..............1 The owls have hooted all night long, Idiot Boy
HOPE................9 And so with many a hope I seek, Lewti For never could I hope to meet with such another. Female Vagrant We had no hope, and no relief could gain. Female Vagrant Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost! Female Vagrant And from all hope I was forever hurled. Female Vagrant I hope you'll kindly take it; Simon Lee What hope it sends to Betty's heart! Idiot Boy Poor Betty now has lost all hope, Idiot Boy For future years. And so I dare to hope Tintern Abbey
HOPED...............1 Till then he hoped his bones might there be laid, Female Vagrant
HOPELESSLY..........1 Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed Dungeon
HOPES...............2 'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, Female Vagrant Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap, Female Vagrant
HOPP'D..............1 The birds around me hopp'd and play'd: Lines in Early Spring
HORN................1 No man like him the horn could sound, Simon Lee
HORNED..............2 The Horned Moon, with one bright Star Ancyent Marinere III One after one by the horned Moon Ancyent Marinere III
HORRIBLE............1 But O! more horrible than that Ancyent Marinere IV
HORSE..............11 Then, like a pawing horse let go, Ancyent Marinere V Could leave both man and horse behind; Simon Lee But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy There's neither horse nor man abroad, Idiot Boy Johnny perhaps his horse forsook, Idiot Boy There's neither Johnny nor his horse, Idiot Boy The foot of horse, the voice of man; Idiot Boy What Johnny and his horse are doing! Idiot Boy Sits upright on a feeding horse? Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, Idiot Boy She has almost o'erturned the horse, Idiot Boy
